C284 It Was Hard to Tell How Deep the Love Was

Light Warm Pavilion.

As the cigarette curled up, Rao slowly sat in front of the dressing mirror and combed her waist-length long hair.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, strands of black hair wrapped around her forehead. The foreign style of dressing enhanced her charm.

The color of the flower at the center of her forehead was the color of weeping blood